Good news and bad news

I'm in Glacier Park, Montana, and having a great time. I missed you guys Saturday, but was on planes all day. We hiked a strenuous trail Sunday, 3.5 miles up (an elevation gain of 2350 ft) and 3.5 miles down. The bad news is that I was 20 yards from the finish of the trail when I turned my ankle VERY badly, and fell (please see previous post about Don't Get Cocky). I fell hard on my left knee, which is bruised and sore, and my right ankle was in really bad shape. Thankfully, I am surrounded by friends, many of whom are medical professionals, and I was well taken care of. We went to the Blackfeet Indian Community Hospital for x-rays, which were negative, but I have a badly sprained ankle. I've missed the past two days of hiking, but am off crutches and plan to make an attempt on a flat trail tomorrow. The good news is, no fracture, I've been forced to relax and rest (which I needed), and I'll be back on the trails in no time. Also, you never know how true your friends are until you really fall flat on your face. You know they are true when they try to hide their laughter as they pick you up. I have some GREAT friends. I'll try to blog again later, hopefully to report a successful hike in a day or two.